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[I have much more to say, but that will go here later]

Instead, for now, I'll post the lyrics to a song I am loving. And no, don't read into the lyrics.
Foolios. ;)

( Lover I Don't Have To Love )

like a drug, she said....like a drug

First...

Guess who's driving HOME? That's right, ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(I typed "font sex" instead of "font size" by accident when I was typing that O_o Heh.)

And yes, I said home. I drove to work today, illegally. S'right, cause I'm such a REBELLIOUS young thing. :o And the DMV handed me a temporary license that said NOTHING about being restricted. So as far as I can tell...I can drive...anywhere. Goddamn. God. Damn. This is such a relief. You have no idea...well maybe you do...but...yeah. *grins from ear to ear*

This morning, I went to my car to get my glasses. I thought I might need them for an eye test or some such. I reached into my car, I was already running almost an hour late and the thought of taking the bus just punched me in the face. I started walking to the bus stop, turned back around, and got in my car. I figured if they didn't give me my license today, I could just leave the car at work. It's a good thing I DID drive too, because after I got on the freeway, I realized I left my proof of insurance at home and had to turn around and go get it. Control, fucking freedom to do what you need, want, to do.

This morning, driving to work just after rush hour. The 405 was still quite busy, because the only time it ISN'T is at around 3am. So I took Sepulveda Pass. I love the Pass, as I love driving Laurel Canyon, PCH, with good music, some nice KCRW playing. I'm a junky with her fix. I admit it. I love driving. Los Angeles nearly kills that in me, not Los Angeles...the people. It is like a drug, the high highs, the low lows. The anxiety created by a wall of brake lights, the need for speeeeeeeeed. The exhilaration of weaving creatively through traffic, the sexy maneuvers...as I used to call them. Some of you know what I'm talking about. I feel so much more clear-headed after driving by myself. I do my best thinking, my best preparation while driving. The bus is different, it's stifling. I read other people's thoughts rather than concentrate on my own. Not to say that I will not utilize the bus any longer, as now I know how useful it is and it was at times, but now...now. No more 3 hours to get to and from work. No more late night, hour long waits at questionable bus stops...such a significant drop in harassment. Controlled freedom. I could leave, if I wanted to. I could and that makes all the difference. I don't like being dependent.

I think I'll actually go eat something now. Then I'ma gonna work so I can go the fuck home.
:)

:D :D :D :D :D :D

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that's right, I said "totally". eat dirt.

Oh...god...I can so TOTALLY sing very loudly while driving again.

Joooooy.

^_^

p.s. If you've called my cell (I don't like "cel") phone in the past 2 or 3 days, forget it. It's fucked. Damn you Sprint PCS. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! I CAN DRIVE!!!!!! haha. :)

oh syllllvia.....yes mickey?

The drive home, so amazing.
I'm serious...I know it's silly, but I nearly wept. I like to drive, okay.
I'm going to miss listening to KCRW and driving so much. I put in my Dirty Dancing cassette (all of you, shut. up.) and rocked out to some "Be My Baby", "Stay", "Hey Baby", "You Don't Own Me", and "Love Is Strange". I sang loudly and it was fookin' fabulous.

I just don't feel so beat down anymore. I wanted to keep driving. Smooth, swift slides through dotted white lines...simple lane changes, I find intoxicating. I never want to lose this "privilege" again.
I can't wait to drive again tomorrow.

I'm so glad I waited until I was in a good mood before reading this (thanks haddob). I don't even know where to begin...I just wish that article was from The Onion. Something has to be done. Seriously. I can't believe we, as a COUNTRY, are just sitting here...taking this. I know there are a lot of people out there who don't want to think that maybe, JUST FUCKING MAYBE, they made the wrong decision, but LOOK at what he says! He thinks he's the fucking king of the goddamn world! He thinks America has got everything correct and we have the divine right to force that on others, but then he contradicts himself by saying a good leader is one who listens to other people. "A president has got to be the calcium in the backbone." WHAT THE FUCK?! If you want to be able to go out of this country and not get shot, you best start paying attention to the dipshit we "put" in office, properly elected or not.
He scares me beyond belief. ...
And let's not forget this:
"I'm the commander -- see, I don't need to explain -- I do not need to explain why I say things. That's the interesting thing about being the president. Maybe somebody needs to explain to me why they say something, but I don't feel like I owe anybody an explanation." Oh. My.
I'm going to use this. Read it later to spawn some nice letters... >;)